the game been good to me, Still spittin' fire, you niggas wood to me, We on nigga, let let them hoes know, Young Money lay 'em down like old folks, You
mama I ain't the kind to wear no ring Somehow I always get stronger When I'm on my second drink Even though I hate to admit it Sometimes I smoke cigarettes Christian folks
his holy name, Most highly favour'd lady, Gloria! Of her, emmanuel the christ, was born, In bethlehem, all on a christmas morn, And chritian folk
Flintstones on the TV already Wilma 'n' Betty No virgin to channel surfin' And I'm HD-ready So I flip Garbage is all I'm getting There's Simon Cowell Who folks
no song I'm hearin' niggas makin' up scriptions, and playin' along Probably sayin' I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' these folks But you can tell he ain't a Christian
do bids, and most done died My neighborhood is like a ghost town Would hype some trash The BGs got the hood hot With whites and rats The old folks is
international People I meet make me so international Wherever I go I'll be so international Wherever it goes I'm just so international I run into my folks
Some folks say that life is just a veil of tears Not me man, I can't pack enough into these years I don't care if it's spring, summer, winter or fall
I'm going to a town that has already been burned down I'm going to a place that is already been disgraced I'm gonna see some folks who have already been
the death, yo, here we go I wanna write away, I wanna write here I wanna write brave words to fight fear, write dreams and nightmares Might scare the folks
back Steppin out your 2008 Escalade Cadillac You standin up in the pulpit, lookin out at the pew Preachin the good word and tellin Christian folks what
by It's the hundred man street value, hundred grand Instant, nothing planned, ripping shit you couldn't understand Came heaven to warn, I'm repping the lifeless Weapon of Christ
us, trying to warn us We play the corners [killah priest] I visit monasteries Where dons were buried Approached the bench with teary eyes Tryin to con the jury Christ
'Cause when I put rhymes in they minds yo For all y'all folks who were hopin' and wishin' and I can assault, tryin'a take my position Stop wishin', and
image to hold But those who criticize the youth might just be gettin too old We still travellin through life, findin what's right or wrong I know some folks
nope, they don't need it, nope Just stay weeded and hope, I don't read what you wrote Best believe they ain't dope, they deceivin' these folks With they
whole life is a beat The cries of a baby Soothes, the baby sleeps The mirrors and expressions of your life Emotion Life is a song, a beat, a tempo Christ
a little bit I'm not that regular when stepping I can't wait till I can fly Away from my competitor yeah Santana can die My psychosis hopeless focus notice My metamorphosis folks